when i have spend 2 hours obsessing and crying about a little thing, i feel like i really need to see someone, like a therapist/psychiatrist/ect.
when i explain the little things to the therapist/psychiatrist, i feel like i’m really just making a big deal of nothing and really shouldn’t be wasting mine and their time.
my upstairs neighbors do this really annoying constant banging thing for long periods of time during the day and they’ve done it since i moved in. i’m trying to listen to music loud enough to drown out the banging but not loud even to seem passive aggressive.
it’s hot in my apartment and i’m just really upset about everything
visiting the fluffs todayyyyyyy i don’t know where brother is but I’ll post a picture with him when I find him.
Fact: Pansexuals are notoriously bad at baseball, due to the fact that they swing every way and are on all of the teams.